Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of the characters. This is fanfiction for a reason.
On my own. That's always how I least want to be. Alone means thoughts I'd much rather avoid. Alone means demons I can't ignore. Alone means I'm again reminded of every single mistake I've ever made, every mistake that's put Al in danger. Alone was what I currently was. Al had left long before I woke up, I assumed. He usually goes shopping in the early morning. That didn't explain why he was still gone, though. Judging from the sun, it was already almost ten. He should have been back a while ago.
"Al? Al!"
"Brother, what's happening? Help me!"
"Al!" It was an impulse, what I did next. It wasn't something I had planned on doing; I just reacted. I quickly drew another circle and gave my arm to save my brother. He was the only family I had left. I couldn't lose him because of my stupidity. I attached his soul to the armor in the corner of the study, of his study. Before I lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was that… thing, like a human turned inside out.
I put my hand over my ears, shutting my eyes tight. I tried to forbid the memories to overcome me, but it was pointless; it always was. The nightmares came unbidden to torture me, even when I was awake.
"Granny, I'm going to join the military, become a State Alchemist, and get our bodies back."
"Don't be stupid, Ed. The State Alchemists are the military's attack dogs, brought into war whenever they want something done quickly."
"I don't care. This is my fault. I'm going to get Al's body back." Of course, I had always planned to get automail, but it wasn't until the Bastard Colonel came and offered the job to us through Granny, assuming I was unconscious, that I had planned on becoming a State Alchemist.
That was my first mistake, wanting to bring Mom back. There was, there is, a reason human transmutation's forbidden. I was just too blinded by my own selfish desires to care. If I hadn't committed that first mistake, maybe all the other mistakes in my life wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't committed that first mistake, maybe I'd still be in Amestris, in my world.
A/N: This is just the prologue to a wonderful story. Problem is, I don't know what it's about. It was one-thirty in the morning when I wrote this. If I could get some ideas on what this should be about, it would be greatly appreciated.